[ Astarion can scarcely believe that Iorveth has the gall to laugh under these circumstances. For once, it's him who's the scowling spoilsport, watching this back-and-forth with a glower befitting a very rich and very irritated child. ]
Isn't he dreamy? [ he snarks as they make their way into the Scepter District. ] Oh, you two should get married.
[ Not an actual show of support, obviously. He hates Damris more than anything right now, and he hates stupid Linus for liking him. None of this is Damris's fault, and he should know that better than anyone, but Astarion has no one else present to focus all of that seething rage on, so Damris it is.
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Isn't he dreamy? [ he snarks as they make their way into the Scepter District. ] Oh, you two should get married.
[ Not an actual show of support, obviously. He hates Damris more than anything right now, and he hates stupid Linus for liking him. None of this is Damris's fault, and he should know that better than anyone, but Astarion has no one else present to focus all of that seething rage on, so Damris it is.
Then, a sudden switch, like a lever flipped: ]
—How are you holding up, darling?